The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-01-01

about to wing its way heavenward, and tho
Pickering lamp of life seemed almost ex.
tinct--of the grief that wrought the soul
of Dick s generous nature-of the sofrow or
loving father. But at last the dark night
of despair gave way to the dawn of hope,
when she ewoke to know them all-aWoke
from death itself.
One bright and sunny afternoon, when
she had so far convalesced as to be able to
move about amongst them, as in former
DAYS, when the color was returning to her
| cheeks, and all danger was past, her father
called her to him, and placing his arm low
ingly about her waist, he spoke of Dick.
The bright color came quickly to her face.
She had known the truth some time, had
known how false and malicious was that
fateiul letter, but they had kept Dicks
presence !. secret from her; and now, as
her father had told her how Dick had suf
tered, how he rad called each day, leaving
som thing 10 bri hten the monotony of the
sick room, how be had scarcely sept, until
all danger had been pass d, she hid her
face III on her fathers shoulder to hide the
tell tale blush. And when he told her that
even now he WIS waiting to see her, she
started slightly, drawing her arms tightly
about his neck
Claude, my dear, can you not repay
him in some measure?"
"Oh, papa!" she murmured, drawing
closer to him.
Think how he has suffered. Will you
not see him, Claudie?"
She Embossed her arms, and with bent
head, replied: If you wish it, papa
Then rising he lett her. A moment later
she lizard step, and the rich crimson
blood mounted to her brow. Dick stood
before her.
Claude" he said, brokenly. my little
love, my darling, will you forget what you
have suffered and accept the heart of one
who loves you beyond all earthly things,
better than life itself?"
She stood trembling, scarcely daring yet
to look.
"Claude!" There was a world of pathos,
of pent-up suffering in that voice. Quickly
now she glanced up, and as she saw his
thin, careworn face, the pleading look, a
startled cry escaped her, and gliding softly
to him, he gathered her in his arms with
low cry of JOY.
My darling!" he cried, pressing passion
ate kisses on her lips, 1--WE have both suf-
fered, but thank God, our suffering is over
at last"
YES, Dick" she said, there was time
when everything looked dark and-and l
did not want to live, but" looking up into
MS eyes, that's all forgotten now"
There is no more fitting place to leave
them, to ring the curtain down on this little
domestic drama, than here, as they stand in
the sunlight of heaven, oblivious of all else
except each others presence, realizing that
the darkness Is past and the future remains
bright for them.
Suffice it to say that, one golden Sep
TENDER evening, i'll the presence of a bril-
liant assemblage of friends, Dick and
Claudio were made one, man and wife, and
a happier couple never started out in life.
Tom, of course, was there, acting as best
man, and good old DIR. Featherly was
there paying his respects to Miss Helen
Raymond III manner to excite the envy of
many of the fair sex who had angled there
III vain.
Standing somewhat apart, and engaged
In earnest conversation, are two fine look
ing men of middle age, the younger with
his arm thrown lightly over the others
shoulder. These are the old and long
separated friends, Philip Raymond and
Richard Hargrave, Sr. Raymond holds
an open letter which they are discussing.
Most singuI II affair altog Their, Richard,
and to think tnat Sharp was in love with
Claudio"
Ard he owns up to his villiany?"
Yes, and begs forgiveness. Says ne had
not rested a moment since he heard of
Claudie's illness"
Where is the letter dated from, Philip?'
Paris. a small town somewhere IN Hi
nois 1t seems that he came to Philadel-
phia, and, through one of my servants,
learned that Claudio was dangerously i'll,
| and Immediately returned to the mill, and
| packed up his things and left but see, the
carriage is at the door, and the bride and
groom are preparing to leave"
merry party assembled on the veranda
TO see them off. And MS the carriage rolls
down the avenue, old Chloe, who has been
waiting at distance, gathers a handful of
rice from her apron and, with tears in her
eyes, filings it after the raceding vehicle.
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